User blog comment:Biggren/The Mice of Wintor/@comment-26024035-20160423181809/@comment-26024035-20160423190050

"Buck right, me sable-masked matey!" The vole laughed raucously and pointed, towards where he knew another village lay. "We'll be headin' there first, spend s'm money on s'm good food and better weaponry before we 'ead anywhere else. Let's 'ope there ain't any rebellin' farmer nonsense there t' interfere wid our business."